Page 16 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

I shook with need as his hands molded my curves reverently, as if I were the most beautiful, most desirable woman he’d ever come across. We kissed for an eternity, and when the need for oxygen became too much, I pulled back, shocked that I was in his arms with my legs wrapped around his narrow waist. “How did this happen?” I was breathless, and the vision of Colton’s smile stole the rest of my breath.

“Magic,” he answered with a crooked smile and a shrug.

“No kidding,” I agreed and leaned forward to kiss him again, simply because I could. Because I had to. Colton kissed me back hard and fast, pulling me closer so that the only thing I could feel was the long, thick length of him pressed between my thighs. “Yes!” The kiss was too much, but it still wasn’t enough, and my body ached for him. “You are a really good kisser.”

His lips tugged into a smile at my words. “I can’t wait to kiss you everywhere. I’ve been thinking about tasting you all week.”

“Yes, please,” I moaned and tightened my legs at his side, effectively pulling him—and his erection—closer. I wasn’t even sure that I would like to be tastedeverywhere, but I wanted it. No one had ever done it to me before, but I had a feeling I would love it if that person was Colton.

“Molly,” he moaned, his grip on my ass tightened.

“Colton,” I whispered, but the word was drowned out by the loud, furious knock on the back door. We both froze at first, and then reality settled in. It had to be important if someone was knocking this time of night. “You should probably get that.”

“Yeah,” he said absently, his gaze still hyper-fixed on my mouth. His jaw clenched when I slid down his body, not stopping until my feet hit the floor. “Right.” He blinked a few times and took a step back until the fog of lust cleared. “I’ll, uh, get that.”

I smiled, a swell of pride at knowing that I was the reason he was so out of sorts. My gaze stayed on his wide back and tight ass as he walked to the back door and yanked it open with enough force to pull it off the hinges. “Wyatt.”

“Sorry to bother you so late, but a couple of the goats got tangled up in the south fence, and it looks mighty fucking suspicious.”

Colton nodded and spared a quick glance for me before turning back to Wyatt. “Let’s go.” His gaze fell to me once again, and I made a shooing motion, because I knew just how important the animals were to him. They weren’t just business; they were his family business, his life, and his legacy for his son. “Later,” he mouthed and shut the door behind him.

My body shivered at that erotic promise, and I took my snack upstairs, where my fingers found their way between my wet folds and thoughts of a certain hazel-eyed rancher played in my mind until my orgasm hit.

And it was his taste, his touch on my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter10

Colton

The feel of the cold night air on my skin as the horse cut across the land was just what I needed to cool my overheated skin after that encounter with Molly. It was completely unexpected but also a long time coming, and damn whoever had forced us to cut it short. Damn them straight to hell.

We took the horses because they were quieter than the Gator, and I didn’t want to wake up the whole damn ranch unless I had a good reason to do that. Wyatt and I jumped down from our horses a few feet from the fences, and what I saw made my hands ball into fists. Three goats were all tangled up, but not like they tried to get on the other side of the fence and got stuck; no, it looked like someone wrapped the wire around them. “What the fuck?”

“There’s no way this was a simple accident the goats caused themselves,” Wyatt said as if reading my thoughts.

I stepped closer and crouched down. “Ah, hell, it’s May-Belle. You’re all right, girl.” The wires were wrapped around them, but the wounds weren’t life-threatening. “Who the fuck would do this?”

Wyatt shrugged, holding May-Belle while I worked on freeing her. “That’s what’s eating at me too. Poachers haven’t been around these parts in more than a decade, not since Paul Wheeler killed three of ’em and got away with it.” A small smirk spread across his lips at the memory of that particular story that was popular throughout the area.

“Yeah,” I shook my head as I clipped the fencing a few inches at a time until May-Belle was free. “Maybe not poachers, but this doesn’t make sense.”

“Times are hard for other ranchers and farmers in the area,” Wyatt offered.

“Exactly. I would’ve been less surprised if these goats had gone missing, but this— to deliberately just hurt them? This isn’t something a farmer or rancher would do.” At least I didn’t think so; maybe it was just wishful thinking.

“Could be jealousy,” he offered as he held onto the second goat, Rabbit, because he hopped everywhere. “The changes you’ve made have definitely worked in your favor, and maybe that just doesn’t sit right with some of the other folks. You know how people can be around here.”

I nodded because I did know. I’d gotten more than a few phone calls and evil-eyed looks from others in the area when I expanded beyond simple bison ranching. “If you mean close-minded and stuck in the past, yeah, I know. Too well.”

“Could just be kids being assholes, and this situation got away from them.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, but only because it could be any of those things or something else altogether. “These aren’t even big goats, not worth killin’— that’s for sure.” Something felt off about it, but I switched my focus to freeing the goats and getting them fixed up while we waited for the veterinarian to show up. “Any problems with employees I don’t know about?”

Wyatt frowned. “Nope. I wouldn’t keep anything like that from you.”

“I know, but when I’m a grumpy asshole, you try to shield them from me.”

He smiled. “Lately you’ve been surly as hell, but a grumpy asshole? Don’t know where that guy went. Wonder why,” he said more to Friendly, our youngest goat, who had no idea she was a goat because she spent too much time with the dogs.

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